I’m gone, no one to care for me.
Blue skies grey.
Hollowed joy.
Now this distance has been placed.
Warmth of the touch not strong.
You can’t hear my voice, I’m gone.
Imagery flashes the engravings of memories.
Grasping for the delicacy of my grace.
A choice I was conflicted to take, to ease my pain.
Angered with riddles of life, emptied by the motions of thinking.
Coming to the conclusion of the bottomless view, looking upwards.
Only one choice worth the taking.
Wanted to stay, but I’m long gone.
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End.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts5 days ago in Longevity
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